


You Literally Hurt

by Keitmeg



Series: Zosan Package [3]
Category: One Piece
Genre: Barebacking, Caring friends, Case Fic, Chronic Pain, Dorks in Love, Eventual Smut, Hurt Sanji, Hurt Zoro, M/M, Mutual Masturbation, Sexual Frustration, Voyeurism
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2017-09-27
Updated: 2017-10-15
Packaged: 2019-01-06 03:35:56
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,436
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12203100
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Keitmeg/pseuds/Keitmeg
Summary: Post a lightning storm, Zoro and Sanji discover that there are things that can be more troublesome than ship damage when pain becomes the thing that connects them, and at the same time, drives them away from each other.





	1. Chapter 1

 

One calm afternoon, the Thousand Sunny gets hit by a sudden storm which Nami had failed to predict. She’s a navigator, not kami-sama.  And amidst the uproar, a beam of lightning struck and hit the two ship crew members manning the helm.

 

Hence the dilemma that will unfold.

 

Sanji lingers inside the sick bay with an unlit cigarette between his lips. He watches how Chopper draws blood from the nook of his elbow and scurries to his desk.

“Are you sure you feel no pain?” he demands, same question he’s just asked a few minutes ago.

“Not really.” Same answer.

“You guys got hit by lightning,” Chopper marvels, “how in the world can you not feel pain from that?”

“Fit as a fiddle.” Sanji jokes after giving himself a quick onceover.

“I examined Zoro before you and he also feels no pain.” Chopper faces him now with his small shoulders slumped, “I’m literally stumped.”

“That muscle-freak is just putting up a show for you, Chopper, and since he can’t admit to feeling pain because we both got hit. I suggest you forget about it because he isn’t going to suddenly change his mind.”

Chopper perks up strangely at that, “so he _is_  in pain!”

Sanji shrugs and slowly levers up from the bed, “who knows.” he mutters, “personally, I don’t care.”

“Well, I do.” Chopper counters, “I’m a doctor, Sanji, I can’t just ignore a sick person.”

A novel sense of duty washes over Sanji. He knows where Chopper is coming from, he is a cook and he can’t ignore a hungry person. But this is really stretching it because he already said he wasn’t affected by the lightning strike. Though he can’t say much about Zoro because the guy had looked like he was in a lot of pain when Sanji spotted him.

“I'll make you a deal,” Sanji offers, “if you stop pestering me about this, I’ll spy on moss-head for you and tell you if he’s hiding an injury.”

Chopper demures but eventually agrees.

 

That’s what he said, but his time is too precious to be wasted on a shitty swordsman. Although he did make a deal with Chopper, the reindeer won’t know if Sanji actually keeps it. So if Sanji crafts up a lie, who says Chopper won’t buy it. And if you ask him, Sanji isn’t so sure he’d bring this up again to the doctor and might even dodge if Chopper was the one to bring it up.

The dewy night reminds him of the ingredients he laid out on the counter of the kitchen before the storm. He lits the cigarette before sauntering to his destination, trying to remember what he planned to cook for dinner.

 

“Oi, guys!” he calls from the kitchen, “dinner’s ready!”

Luffy, Usopp and Brook are charging in before anyone else even rises from their seats. Followed by Nami and Robin whom Sanji fuss over like he usually does before and after every meal or snack. And then Franky and Chopper walk in, faces beaming.

“Hun…?” Sanji mumbles to himself after counting the heads, “one’s missing.”

“Zoro’s not eating,” Luffy announces through a mouthful, “said he had no appetite.”

Sanji and Chopper share a pensive look.

“I’ll go check on him.” Chopper leaps out of his chair and dashes to the door.

“Yea, you do that.” Sanji tells no one.

It wasn’t strange for Zoro to skip meals. He’d have felt genuine worry if it was Luffy, but the fact that the guy didn’t raise hell to have sake is worrisome on its own.

“Say, Sanji” Luffy interrupts his thoughts, looking smug, “does this mean I get to have Zoro’s share?”

 

The pirates are having a blast and Sanji is having fun just watching his friends laugh away, but there’s this nagging feeling that won’t leave him alone, especially when Chopper doesn’t return.

“Chopper is taking his sweet time. Say, guys, do you think Zoro is fine?” Usopp suddenly inquires, his brows contracting across his forehead.

“Why wouldn’t he?” Franky demands.

“Um, excuse me?” Usopp faces him, “do you know how many volts are in lightening bolts?”

“No, but do you?” Franky fires back.

“Over 100 lightning bolts strike every single second, and each bolt can contain up to one billion volts of electricity.” Robin elaborates, “You’d die if struck by one.”

The rest scowl at her.

“Hey you, Robin!” Usopp chides, “give a guy a warning before you start spouting scary crap like that.”

She chuckles charmingly.

“She’s enjoying this,” Brook notes out in a deliberately casual tone.

“We just need to wait for Chopper,” Nami reasons, “If someone knows what’s going on with Zoro it’s him.”

  


After they leave the kitchen, Luffy suggests going to where Zoro is and see if he was up for the rice balls Sanji made to compensate the food Luffy ate. But Brook is soon steering them to the sick bay because he could hear Chopper inside bustling about.

 

So maybe the green-haired bastard did get injured after all.  


After exiting the kitchen, Chopper went to Zoro and found the man wheezing in pain. He turned into heavy point and carried Zoro back to the sick bay to examine him.

The pain, as Zoro explained, was excruciating.

But even after examining him, Chopper couldn’t find anything actually wrong with him.

 

“Oi, Chopper!” Luffy is leading the expedition with arms crossed behind his head, “How’s Zoro -”

He stops mid-sentence when he sees the samurai, in bed, thrashing and groaning. “Whoa, Zoro, what’s wrong?”

The rest pique on the worry in Luffy’s voice, and if Luffy worries it means you earned it.

“He is in pain but I can’t rule out the problem.” Chopper reports. His hooves fussing over the man writhing with agony. “This is bad. He might go into shock at this rate.”

Sanji is leaning on the railing at the deck, eyes beholding the beauty of the sky after pouring rain. He takes the cigarette out of his lips and blows out the smoke which soon gets whirled by the wafting breeze.

“Oh,” Robin speaks suddenly behind him and Sanji almost throws his heart up, “it seems like the swordsman has been injured.”

“Yea?” He tells her, “I’m sure he’s just bluffing, and even if he’s hurt like you say, there’s no reason to worry. I mean it’s Zoro, right?” He enunciates the name as though Zoro defeating injury is a given now by the reitalition of the injuries the guy sustains and still survive.

“My,” Robin cups her mouth, “Chopper isn’t very optimistic. He says Zoro is in a very critical condition.”

Sanji’s brow twitches. “What you mean -” and the rest is mumbled as he walks past her and embarks to the sick bay. Critical? What does she mean critical? The guy is invincible, something like a lightning strike isn’t going to send him out of commision. As he meanders his way between the crowd consisting of his friends, he hears Chopper squeaking with fear. Sanji’s emotions settle on worry as he opens the door, finding Zoro sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows on thighs and pasty face coated with sweat. Nonetheless fine.

“What’s this?” Chopper says, “it actually stopped.”

“Oi, damn marimo,” Sanji bellows, “don’t go making the women worry for your -” a throb reverberates across his body, and he soon stumbles to his knees, how two fists clutching at his chest.

“What’s wrong, Sanji?” Chopper, being the overly-paranoid doctor that he is, skids closer to Sanji for better inspection.

Sanji whimpers and wheezes, lowering his head and allowing the cigarette to drop from his mouth.

“Talk, shitty cook, what’s going on with you?” Zoro urges, his forehead marred with a crease.

“Can’t… Hurts” Sanji manages to mutter through gritted teeth, “can’t breathe.”

“Zoro, help me get him on the bed.” Chopper requests, his shaky hooves on either of Sanji’s shoulder.

Zoro shares an affirmative with him and darts their way, but Sanji throws his head to the back and lets out an anguished scream which makes Zoro freeze to the spot.

“Zoro, hurry!” Choppers pleads again, ignoring the commotion rising outside the door.

Zoro shakes himself out of his daze and scoots closer, but with every inch Sanji mewls in pain. And when he actually touches his side, Sanji hacks blood. Zoro quickly recoils and notices that with every step he takes away, Sanji’ becomes better. The realization horrifies him and he isn’t sure whether or not Chopper caught up on it.

“Sanji, can you hear me?” the reindeer shakes Sanji by the shoulder gently, willing him to open his eyes. “Are you okay?”

Sanji’s eye cracks open, bleary and red-rimmed, and he knows Chopper’s hands are the only thing keeping him from actually fanning back on the panel but that really sucked. “Yea…” he rasps, “better.”

“It’s me, isn’t it?” Zoro hardens his glare, grips tightening by his sides.

Sanji narrows that bleary eye on the man, “the hell you talking about?”

“Chopper,” Zoro ignores the question, “take care of him.” Saying so, Zoro gets out of the door and paces away despite the damn cook’s frail protest.

 

Luffy and Usopp are soon running after him, to annoy him, he assumes.

Zoro grinds to a sudden halt after a strike of stabbing pain hits him, and he falls to his knees. His face scrunches up and he clutches at his chest.

“Zoro! Oh God Zoro is dying!” Usopp panics and stampedes for the sick bay to get Chopper, still panicking.

Alarmed, Luffy kneels beside Zoro and rests a hand on the cropped green hair, “Chopper’s on his way.” He assures, his lips parting into that silly smile of his which consoles.

 

“Chopper!” Usopp accidentally elbows Nami’s side in his haste to get the doctor, “Zoro! Zoro is dying!”

Sanji, who is back on his feet again, looks up at the doctor and then they both look at Usopp.

“What is going on here?” Nami grouses, “first Zoro, and then you and now Zoro again!”

Chopper doesn’t deign to answer. Zoro has collapsed and might be in severe pain again. He collects his bag and follows Usopp who leads him to Zoro and Luffy. And as he lays his bag aside to examine Zoro, Sanji and the rest approach them.

“Don’t.” Zoro barks, “don’t come any closer, dumbass cook.”

Sanji quirks a crooked smile, “so you’ve figured it out, huh?”

That moss head, he can be smart sometimes.

“Of course I have,” he chastises on a wince, “if you don’t want to get a taste of the excruciating pain again then stay away.”

“What, what ‘you guys talking about?” Luffy demand, lips pouting.

“You guys know what this is?” Chopper wonders.

The two men frown in silence.

“You really aren’t going to like it.”

“It won’t sound pretty.”

 

**********

 

“So, basically” Nami starts, arms folded over her chest, “what you’re saying is you two are affected by the distance between you?”

Sanji purses his lips and nods, “pretty much, yea.”

Nami lifts a preoccupied brow at him, “and how come you aren’t wheezing in pain now?”

“Beats me,” he shrugs, “this much space between marimo and me isn’t affecting me.”

She looks from him at Zoro, “what about you?”

“I feel fine.” The swordsman tells her grumpily.

Chopper now walks to the center for their attention, “Zoro, can you move closer to Sanji.”

The man tenses. “Why would I?”

“I want to test the theory.” The doctor reasons, doe-full eyes glittering under the stars.

“You want to test your theory, are you an idiot?” He berates, “haven’t you been listening at all?”

 “If that damn idiot gets any closer to me,” Sanji’s voice goes deeper, “I’ll feel severe pain, Chopper, is that what you want?”

“Of course not!” Chopper cries, the aforementioned eyes getting filled with unshed tears.

Robin comes closer and scoops him up. “Stop teasing him.”

Sanji delves into his chest pockets and comes out with a cigarette, “in any case,” he says, now placing it between his lips, “we need to figure out how to undo this.”

“Do you think it’s undoable?” Brook inquires.

“Robin,” Luffy faces said woman, “have you come across anything like this before?”

“Not that I know of,” she tells him, “but I read about something similar before, in an old book.”

Their faces brighten up, while Zoro and Sanji frown.

Robin strokes Chopper’s fur and sighs, “It’s called the Celestial Beam.” She said, “It happens once every fifteen years, today happened to be it.”

“Go on.” Usopp requests.

“The Celestial Beam is a charge of electricity that is harmless, it rarely ever hits humans.”

“Well, it did.” Zoro huffs.

Robin scrutinizes the two men sitting cross-legged on the deck, two meters from each other. “It certainly did.”

“So what happens if it hits a human?” Franky demands.

“Few cases were ever recorded. After all, it’s a phenomenon that happens once every fifteen years.” She blows out a deep sigh, “luckily for you two, the effect isn’t permanent.”

“Really?” Chopper gushes with a happy squeak.

“Really.” She nods, “but there’s a rub.”

The two affected guys’ frowns deepen even more.

“The effect will wear off after fifteen days.”

“What?” Sanji barks, cigarette flying somewhere else, “are you telling me I have to stay two meters close to this green plague for  _fifteen_  days?”

“I’m the unfortunate one who has to stay two meters away from the blood fountain.” Zoro counters.

Sanji snaps his attention to him, “what did you say?”

“Blood fountain,” Zoro enunciates on a smirk.

“Guys, stop it.” Brook beseeches.

“Oh you brought it on yourself!” Sanji grits out before plunging on the swordsman, and immediately his body tenses. He falls to the ground, mewling in pain.

“Serves you right.” Zoro scoffs.

Usopp and Luffy drag Sanji away so the pain will stop, unfortunately they drag him too far and even Zoro starts wheezing.

Nami reels around to face Franky, “I need to ask you a favor.”

 

“What the hell is this?” Zoro and Sanji ask in unison.

“A metal stick.” Nami and Fraky answer in unison as well.

“You kept me sitting here for half an hour for a metal freaking stick?” Sanji scolds Franky. He can’t scold Nami. She’s the beauty of the sea.

“It’s not any stick,” Franky tells him, “there are two ankle chains at each end. So if you two put it on, that distance issue won’t be an issue anymore.”

“I’m not putting that thing on my ankle,” Sanji bellows, “it looks stupid!”

“ _I_  told him to make it.” Nami informs.

“As expected of our smart navigator,” Sanji locks the chain on his ankle.

She glares at Zoro, “you too.”

Zoro yawns and leans back with his hands pillowing his head, “I just need to stick closer to him, right? Then that thing isn’t needed.”

“Her majesty had this especially made for us, you moronic bastard!” Sanji hollers at him, “How much more inconsiderate can you be!”

To spite him, Zoro snores.

“Luffy,” Nami calls, “lock the chain on his ankle for me.”

Zoro can never go against Luffy.

“You’re a great tactician, Nami-chan!” Sanji swoons.

Luffy locks the chain around Zoro’s ankle, and hands the key to Franky who, unbeknownst to them, throws the key to the sea.

“This way,” he said, “I can sleep like a baby.”

“I can always use my swords.” Zoro says after cracking his eye open.

“Let’s do the Math,” Nami tell him, a smirk tugging at her lips, “you’re the one who feels pain if Sanji is away, which means it doesn’t matter if he wears the chain or not, you’re still the one who’ll be affected the most.”

Damn evil witch.

“Alright,” Sanji lifts up, inspects the chain on his ankle for a moment and then whips his head to the direction of the kitchen, “I need to start dinner preparations.”

Luffy, Chopper and Usopp hope around in celebration. “What’s for dinner” and “Meat! Meat!” is squeaked after him in glee.

Sanji takes a step forward and Zoro behind him whimpers.

“You were gonna say anything before you started dragging me like a damn rag?” He chides, now levering up to his feet as well.

“Gave you heads-up. ‘s not my fault if you’re too dense to fathom mere talk.” Sanji smirks, “Besides, I don’t speak Monkey.”

“I’ll slice you up!”

“I’ll walk 13 feet away from you.”

“Bastard,” Zoro curses under his breath and strides after the cook.

 

**TBC...**


	2. Chapter 2

 

 

 **Day 1:**  

Sleeping: Two futons separated by a couple of meters.

Using Bathroom: An installed curtain for some much desired privacy.

Guarding Sunny: Two shifts (since Zoro sleeps all the freaking time).

Eating: On a different table.

 

Life has never been easier.

 

At first, they found it hard to settle on a rhythm. It’s Zoro and Sanji. There is simply no rhythm. They continued to stumble on furniture as the metal stick kept getting caught in stuff.

And that was the first day of the Fifteen-Day-Curse.

  
  


**Day 4**  :

Sleeping: Two futons (which they kicked off in their sleep the past few nights in a row.)

Using Bathroom: Curtain gone ignored.

Guarding Sunny: two shifts with Sanji doing all the watching.

Eating: Still on the cast-out table.

  
  


**Day 6**  :

Scuff, scratch…

Scrape, scuff…

 

Zoro is leaning on the counter behind, both elbows propped on the marble thing. Sanji is facing the sink and hugging a large metal bowl to his side, beating eggs in complete silence.

They can hear the echo of their nakamas squealing with delight on the deck.

Scuff, scratch…

Scrape, scuff…

 

Sanji’s movements are vigorous yet skillful at the same time. The joints in his back and across his shoulder blades jut and protrude with every swipe of his arm. He had his head lowered down, so the long strands of golden hair that are supposed to be covering his nape slide to the sides. Revealing the fair skin of his long neck.

Zoro’s eyes look away from the neck at the beautiful curves of Sanji’s back.

Sanji, again, is not more muscular than he is. After all, Zoro is the muscle-freak so it wouldn’t make sense. But he is well-developed. Shit, Zoro can see firm, beautifully-defined muscles shifting under that shirt. Shaping the slope of his back and the curves of his hips.

 

Scuff, scuff…

 

Zoro’s eyes finally settle on Sanji’s backside.

One word for that ass: Fuckable.

 

“Don’t stare a hole through me.” Sanji suddenly warns.

Much to his chagrin, Zoro remains silent.

“You have something to say, say it.” Sanji orders.

Instead of words, Zoro brings his hand up. In the lightest of touches, brushes his fingers against Sanji’s nape.

Sanji shrieks in surprise and in pain. The full-bodied jolt tangles his free foot with the chain, and when he tries to regain his equilibrium, the metal stick gets tugged at by Zoro (unintentionally). Sanji tips rearward, the bowl of eggs falling on him.

“You bastard,” Sanji groans after he sits up properly, “you’ve gotten all the egg over me.”

Zoro stays as far away from the blonde man as possible, he already narrowed the distance between them when he fell backward, Sanji shouldn’t belittle this whole pain -induced-distance thing.

“I didn’t trip you.”

“You touched me!” Sanji bellows, a hand framing his nape.

“I always touch you.” Zoro justifies.

“I’m preparing lunch now, you moron.” He grits out, “getting egg on me is going to delay that now, wouldn’t it?”

“I guess you should clean up.” This smug look on Zoro’s face infuriates Sanji to no end.

“This was your intention all along, wasn’t it?” Sanji narrows his eyes at the man, “I deliberately avoided taking a bath so I wouldn’t get ammunition from you about it, so you resorted to this.”

“I only touched you.” Zoro enunciates.

 

Inside the bathroom,  Zoro and Sanji are relaxing inside the tub. That’s after some grueling arguing with marimo-head after he started taking his clothes off, and then got into the tub as well under the claim that he also needed that bath.

The steam soars around, turning everything foggy, and even condensing the mirrors and the glass.

Zoro leans the back of his neck on the rim of the tub, allowing the water to reach up to his neck. He just watches Sanji.

Sanji is sitting across the swordsman, cross-legged and naked. His wet hair parachuting his face, and droplets of water fall from the end of wet locks down his long neck. He isn’t looking back at Zoro, no, he is looking at his arm as he rubs it. This frown on his face as though it’s taking him all his energy to avert Zoro’s eyes.

So it’s like that, stubborn ass.

Zoro smirked to himself and parted his legs a little.

The splashing of water alerts the blonde man, and he finally lifts his head. He sees Zoro bringing his hand between his thighs, this wicked smirk taunting Sanji.

“What the hell do you you’re doing?” Sanji berates.

Zoro shifts again, making the water splash even more as he kneels inside the tub, his cock in his hand. “Don’t mind me.”

Sanji’s eyes widen in trepidation.

Zoro starts rubbing the shaft of his cock, willing it to grow harder. It does.

Sanji curses and swears at him, but the blush on his face gives him away.

Zoro starts letting out noises now, “Cook,” he thumps the crown of his cock, “want to fuck you so bad.”

“W-what! You moronic bastard!” Sanji splatters some water on the swordsman, “stop! Do this when I’m not in the same room.”

Zoro throws his head to the back,  baring his neck and chest to Sanji.

Sanji sags to the back, his legs pressing on one another in a poor attempt to keep his own cock from springing up. He watches with fascination how Zoro grimaces and returns his eye on Sanji’s.

“You too.” He pants.

Sanji parts his legs and cups his cock, and Zoro grins maniacally at the sight. Sanji parted his legs to the length that fits Zoro’s size. He knows Zoo’s body size and how much space the man takes when he is kneeling between his legs. Sanji’s chest starts heaving gradually, the heat, the humidity and the steam… he slowly loses his mind.

“I can’t see…” Zoro remarks, fervently.

Sanji arches his back and props his middle half out of the water. “It’ll tire me out… like this…”

“But I want to see,” Zoro chimes in, his complaint spoken in a snarl.

Sanji then gives up, that lust-filled voice always wins him over. Sanji lifts himself to lay his back on the ridge and keep his cock outside the water. Like this, Zoro will be able to see every bit. The thought alone excites him and he grows bigger in his hand.

“Perverted Cook,” Zoro growls, “you like being watched, don’t you?” he demands.

Sanji lets out small moans, “there’s just you watching, green monkey.”

“Exactly.” Zoro huffs. He slumps on the edge of the tub and scowls, “I want to see you playing with your prostate gland.”

Sanji perks up, bracing his upper weight on his elbow. “Don’t flatter yourself, asshole, I’m not doing this for you.”

“  _I’m_ doing this for you.” Zoro counters, face set in hard lines.

Sanji grits his teeth and curses, “you owe me,” he says, begrudgingly.

“Trust me, I’m keeping a tally.” Zoro scoffs, “now get your fingers moving, I’m itching to see.”

Sanji, deep down, feels a little superior. The swordsman becoming like this in Sanji’s presence alone. He knows Zoro doesn’t go around asking people weird stuff. He knows Zoro only does this with him, and it’s truly beautiful. Although he is teasing the swordsman, Sanji knows he wants this too. He wants to be watched by Zoro, he wants to make Zoro cum without even having to touch him for the holy fuck they got hit by a storm, they haven’t touched in a week.

Sanji manages to get two fingers in thanks to Zoro’s perverted and dirty coaching. Out of the blue, he hits his good spot. His entire body trembles.

“Don’t stop at the good part!” Zoro chides, his face beet red as he tightens his grip on his cock.

Sanji resumes his ministrations, jabbing his fingers over the same spot and moaning with every zap of pleasure.

“Oh, shit” Zoro groans, “I’m aching to fuck you, it’s ridiculous.”

Sanji moans in response, he changes his position so the other hand joins its twin in stimulating his cock. He feels the muscles in his neck protesting as he keeps it propped up to try to see what he’s doing. “Zoro…” he cries, and now he meets Zoro’s eye. “I want you..;”

Zoro licks his upper lip and hastens the motions on his cock.

Sanji stretches his slick opening, long strings of precum sliding down his ass. “I want to be fucked by your dick.” the breathless, needy whisper, “I love it so much.”

Zoro’s eye narrows and his lips part open... this perverted Cook.

“I’m gonna cum,” Sanji sobs, “Gonna…”

Zoro holds on until he sees Sanji’s cock spurts cum it fucking reaches his cheek to finally ejaculate as well.

They both slump down, breathing heavily.

“This is…” Sanji starts when the afterglow wears off and shame replaces it, “this is why I didn’t want to get inside the shower with you.”

“You came too, stop bitching.” Zoro grouses.

“I feel unsated.” Sanji said, now sitting up properly on his earlier spot. “I didn’t want to succumb, you bastard. I fought this so hard but you ruined everything.”

Zoro glares at him like he’s just been told Luffy can swim. “What the hell’s that supposed to mea? You enjoyed this.”

Sanji balls his hands into fists and hits the surface of the ridge. He stands up, ignoring how the water overflows outside the tub.

“Hey,” Zoro growls again, this time in anger, “what’s up with you all of a sudden, acting like a fucking maiden.”

See?

This is why Sanji didn’t want part in any of this, at least until the curse was magically undone. There’d be less stress and he wouldn’t feel like an ass doing it like this.

Zoro just doesn’t get it.

Sanji is not a whore. Fuck, he knows that’s not what Zoro meant but he’s too angry right now to think straight (no pun intended).

He has stronger legs, so when he steps out of the tub and yanks the chain. Zoro actually slips under the water and his yelps come in the spurts of bubbles surfacing.

 

**TBC**


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